(The Surface) Wasteland Roleplay - You know you want to click!

[Jorici]

Name: Paul
Location: Black Circle
Inv: 9 mm pistol, map of black circle, core control code

I eventually make it to the control room after walking down a very long, dark, narrow hallway. It was so hot in here it was hard to breath. I walked slowly up to the large computer, awed at the complexity of it. I shook it off then I got to work. I typed in the code, and turned off ventilation. It instantly shot up by 20 degrees. I screamed and ran out of the room.

Name: Hafez
Location: Pilot of the black circle
equipment: 9mm pistol

I heard a scream come from the other end of the ship. Is it hot in here? Anyways, I told my co-pilot to commandeer the ship for awhile, and I began trudging to where I heard the scream. I saw a man sprint towards me from the core room. I raised my pistol. "STOP!" I shout at the man. He then stopped.

Name: Paul
Location: Black Circle
Inv: 9 mm pistol, map of black circle, core control code

The man will shoot me if I don't run away. He asked me what I was doing, and saw the prisoner stamp on my arm. He started walking closer. My gun! I reached into my pocket, and quickly pulled my gun out, and fired. He collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony. I went into the escape pod room, and pushed the launch button. By now it was so hot in the ship. It must be about 150 degrees.

"Launching...."

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The core exploded as the pod jolted upward. I closed my eyes, and hoped for the best. I doubted I would make it out alive.

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[Jorici]

Oh, hey look! I found a bump on the floor.

[Shadowed999]

Name:John "Buckwheat"

Occupation:Survivalist/Free Runner

Location:27 paces away from Keon

Equipment:Canned food,Small first aid kit,tazer(34%),gasmask,Light Kevlar,Gloves,flashlight,axe,Backpack,Belt with multiple pockets,swiss army knife,Bowie Knife,and 8 shot revolver(5 shots)

I awaken from my long slumber only to be met with a vast space of nothingness...

[Jorici]

Name: Sylvia Preskrero
Location: Hunton
Equipment: Nothing
30 minutes before the black circle exploded

The black circle. It has come back to haunt us again! I quickly push my two kids along the sidewalk to get into the underground shelter, when a man pushed my son down on the ground. He started to cry. The man looked back, noticing his error, and apologized to the four year old. He then continued on. The loudspeakers chimed in: "Get into your designated fallout bunkers." Probably a pre-recording from before the nuclear holocaust happened, used to warn people of the danger. The black circle drew nearer, and it was finally about a mile outside of the city. The first missile was let loose. It hit the outer parameters of the city hard. The protectors of our city began firing back at the troops it dropped off in a crate, and then began using an AA gun to the ship. One of the bay doors opened up on the side and many, many helicopters flew out from it. The second missile it fired made me topple over, and it crippled the theater next to us, causing it to collapse with a loud cracking noise. My sons covered their ears and screamed at the noise of the collapsing building. Gravel and sand spat up everywhere, blinding us. A third missile gave way and hit somewhere north. The loudspeaker came on: "Attention, we are sorry, but there are no more open slots for this fallout shelter. Thank you." Everyone was running around in a heated panic, and my son screamed and broke off from our hands that were locked ever so tightly, and ran amok in the crowd. "Thomas!" I yelled. But it was no use, people were everywhere. A fourth missile, aimed right at us, exploded from one of the tubes of the black circle. It made an awful hissing noise as it drew nearer. "THOMAS!" I screamed, louder this time. I saw him. I saw him crying in the middle of the crowd. The missile was closer now. So close I could almost hear it's evil laughter. I thrusted my 8 year old into the alley, and ran for thomas. The missile was about 500 feet away. I swept him up, and sprinted for the alley. I heard the missile right behind me, and I threw Thomas as far as I could into the alleyway.

[morningstar]

Name: Geoffrey "Crowbar" McKilligan
Occupation: Ecologist
Status: Painful
Location: Abandoned Missle Silo (empty)
Equipment: Bowey Knife; Empty Colt "Peacemaker"; 30 m. of rope
I wake up in more pain than I thought possible.  I don't remember anything that happened up to this point.  It didn't matter because all I could think of is pain pain pain.  Then, I notice the small black box in the corner of the room.  It was casting a flickering light across the room.  Then... it all came back.  I was studying a new species of edible fungus when a large explosion rocked the room.  I turned around and there was a hole the size of a "jeep" as they called them in the side of the room...

[Jorici]

Billy Preskrero
Location: Hunton
Equipment: Pocketknife

My brother was crying. Both of us were ducking under a canopy in a building. Our mom lay across the alleyway, unconscious. A fifth missile hit the street across from us, along with a sixth that hit somewhere uptown. I heard people shrieking, gunfire in the distance, the sound of helicopter blades spinning. Noises everywhere. I put my hands over my ears and screamed. There was a blinding white light. Thomas, my brother, screeched, dropped his teddy bear, and covered his eyes. After a few seconds I heard the explosion, loud as can be. I curled up into a ball. The helicopter noises got closer... closer...

All across the Sacramento area, the explosion was seen and heard. People cheered, but the worst was yet to come.

A pod shot out from the top of the black circle. No one knew what it was or it's purpose, but the followed it to where it impacted the ground.

[morningstar]

Name: Geoffrey "Crowbar" McKilligan
Occupation: Ecologist
Status: Painful
Location: Abandoned Missle Silo (empty)
Equipment: Bowey Knife; Empty Colt "Peacemaker"; 30 m. of rope

I hear large explosions in the distance.  I notice my satchel in the corner.

+ 1 satchel

There is ammunition for my Colt "Peacemaker" inside fortunately.

+ 10 Moonclips*

I run to the sight of the explosions!
Location: Hunton
There were two children huddling under a wrecked building with fresh smoke billowing from every crevice.  One appeared dead, but I'm no medical doctor.  I rushed over and shouted, "Get out of here!"  One moment later a missle shot from something I could not identify.  There was a flash of white, and then a world of darkness...

*moonclip: A small "clip" that goes in a revolver consisting of the desired amount of bullets attatched to a small metal ring.

[Jorici]

Paul
1 Mile outside of Hunton
9mm Pistol

I screamed as my ears deafened from the explosion. I also vomited from the upward motion. Eventually, I began to descent. A parachute deployed out of the top of the escape pod, and I coughed. I coughed up blood. I looked at my arms and my stomach and I was bruised badly. The explosion must have done some damage to me. My ears popped from the altitude drop, and then I hit the ground with a thud. I kicked the door open, and men were aiming guns at me. Many, many men. One of them was Keone.

[morningstar]

Name: Geoffrey "Crowbar" McKilligan
Occupation: Ecologist
Location: Hunton
Equipment: Bowey Knife; Colt "Peacemaker"; 30 m. of rope; Satchel with 10 moonclips

As a pod emerged from the black circle, I instinctively ran to the crash sight.  As I grew nearer, I heard gunshots as soldiers attemped to eliminate an unknown threat.  I emerged over a ridge to see many men.  They were firing in the pod, with a man huddled inside.  But I noticed on man was trying to stop them.  The men firing were yelling at this rebel.  Apparently, his name was Keone.  "Stop!" I yelled.  Every bone in my body is saying that was a mistake, because some of the men turned and shot at me.   I took out my Colt and opened fire, killing 3 instantly and I injured one.  He was writhing in pain, cluthing his leg.  I turned and ran.  Keone now fired too.  I knew he was friendly now.  I turned, and clubbed the nearest man on the head.  Then, I grabbed his P90 and held up the rest of them with it.  The firing over the ridge stopped, so I hoped Keone wasn't hit.

+ 1 P90 w/ 20 ammo left

[Jorici]

Paul
1 Mile outside of Hunton
9mm Pistol

Who the hell was this man that came and shot the Hunton freedom fighters? I began firing my pistol at him, but I missed every shot. Wait... what was Keone doing? Shooting them? What is happening?! I quickly sprinted up the hillside and ran towards the smoke I saw coming from above the hill. "Oh my god..." I said to myself. That smoke was Hunton. The tall buildings were now crippled and bent, and to top that off, on fire. I saw more helicopters firing down at the city, and some dropped off troops. I saw an RPG fly through the air, and hit a helicopter square in the side. It juttered to the side, but otherwise was fine. Must be an armored gunship. I can only imagine what was going on down there.


Name: Commander Jay Halenburg
Occupation: RNE Commander
equipment: 9mm Pistol


"Sir, we just got word that the black circle was destroyed by a rebel freedom fighter." the radio operator said. "WHAT?!" I shouted at him. "That took years of work to repair to a working order! THose rebels will not get away with this!" I added. "The thing is, we had a rebel mole on our hands. Walter Lawson, the guy with the Canadian accent." The Radio Op said. Then, I shouted, "Pull up his file, I want to know everything about him. Send over everything we've got, land it in the airstrip, and burn Hunton to the loving ground!"

[Scarpelt]

Name: Charels Baskah

Status: Normal, healthy

Occupation: Explorer

Location: The Surface

Equipment: Emergency Medical Kit, MRE, Deagle(6 rounds), Revolver(0 rounds)
sweet jesus it gets boring here. You usually just go sightseeing, but loving hell you're bored. you've been heres for years ever since you sneaked out for external research. You suddenly find a radio and crawl over to pick it up. You turn it on; it only has one channel, it says something about a Black Circle, which, obviously, you don't have a loving clue on what it is. MAN, you're laaaaate. Then the Radio mentions something about the RNE.

[Jorici]

Name: Paul
Status: Bruised, burned, internal bleeding.
Location: 1 Mile outside of Hunton
Equipment: 9mm Pistol

I keel over and cough violently. Blood comes up, and I spit it out. I started limping over to Hunton, when the radio built inside the lamp post turns on. "Attention! The RNE is mobilizing their army, we have about 5 hours before a full scale attack is on our hands. Any civilians report to the Defense office on Great Sycamore Street. We will supply you with weapons and ammunition, so long as you fight along side us, to preserve this oasis in a wasteland of misery and pain." I felt that I had grown attached to the huntonians, and that it was my duty to help protect them. I began limping faster to Hunton.

[morningstar]

Name: Geoffrey "Crowbar" McKilligan
Occupation: Ecologist
Location: 1 Mile Outside of Hunton
Equipment: Bowey Knife; Colt "Peacemaker"; 30 m. of rope; satchel with 10 moonclips

What the **** is going on here? The men seemed to be firing at this man, but now he fires at me?  What is happening?  I signal at Keone to stop.  It occured to me that they were FREEING him, not shooting him.  Why am I so stupid sometimes?  Oh well, at least I meant well.  Well, this is about the point when the freedom fighters started to understand.  I still felt like an idiot.  Now, I noticed the helicopters firing more missles and dropping off troops.  I turned my firepower towards them, not the good guys.  "D**n you sons of b***hes!"  I shouted as I unleased Hell on those losers.  Now that rallied the Freedom Fighters.  Soon we were all picking off those helicopter people.  Then, I was overwhelmed with a seering pain in my skull, and I dropped to the ground.  I felt my wound, a gunshot grazed me pretty badly.  Fortunately, some of the freedom fighters comendeered a helicopter and started shooting rockets at the other copters.  Confused my this, the pilots opened fire at each other, and the freedom fighters abandoned.  Crawling in the direction of the man I tryed to "save," I was hoping for the best.  Upon seeing him I shouted "Over here!"  As I thought to myself: I hope he can forgive me for this.  He shambled towards me, a hopefully good sign.  Then I started my story of why I had shot the freedom fighters, and why I was at the surface.  He listened intently, but seemed distracted.  Probably the gunfire  I thought...

[morningstar]

Someone continue the plot...  :(

[Jorici]

Just so you know, I limped TOWARDS the city, going to you would be in an opposite direction.

Name: Paul
Status: Bruised, burned, internal bleeding.
Location: 1/2 mile outside of Hunton
Equipment: 9mm Pistol

I couldn't take the pain anymore. But I had to continue! I fell to my knees and I vomited up blood, then blacked out.


Name: Bill Grays
Status: Just dandy!
Location: RNE controlled airfield outside of Hunton.
Equipment: Long range two way radio

The warhead is still getting loaded onto the plane. What is taking them so long? I flipped the intercom radio on, and screamed at them to hurry up. We made sure that there was no plutonium in this bomb, so the airfield will not die if it is used. It will only be used as a last resort, but I want to use it now. Ever since the Huntonians tapped into our power supply, we have been at war. Their numbers have dwindled from the 150,000s to the 70,000s in the past 30 years, yet so have ours. We have a score to settle, and that score, will be settled.


EDIT: The broken world RP is a little more serious than this, if any of you want to check it out.